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12-08-2025, 09:00 AM
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Nexii's Erotic Adventures - Last Call
Last Call
Nexii was pacing back and forth in the main hallway of her House. The fireplace had consumed many logs and was starting to spill over with ash. Consuming, eternally. Like a priestess's incense burner carried around everywhere in some past era. She tried to distract herself by looking at the Goblin Slaver’s Whip on the wall. The very first one she’d had the developers add to the game. She’d had some fun times with that whip, and she wasn’t thinking about auto-attacking like some plebian. The thoughts were of much more intimate settings. It was about the 20th time she had looked at the whip. “You’re going to make it disintegrate if you stare any longer,” Vassira said, trying to lighten the mood. “I could send for someone more submissive.” The warrior was used to taking punishment, but not for Nexii directly. “No, that’s okay.” Nexii felt too detached to be aroused enough for that. (“She’s late. She’s never late.”) Nexii tried to convince herself it was no big deal. Maybe the caller had worked out a deal for some extra hours of sexual pleasure. But this didn’t make sense. All arrangements went through herself for a cut. That was the deal. Deviating from that was dangerous. Too dangerous. Rules existed for a reason. Nexii’s emerald eyes were dilated. Something in her told her this day might come. The day when someone treated her subordinate not as a redeemer, but as a thing to summon and then destroy. Like something NO RENT and not to cherish for a short, yet very expensive, session. Finally, the door knocked. A wolf howled, perhaps the only wolf that could walk these streets safely thanks to countless red wine donations to rebuild the Neriak Library. What she got up to with the librarians after those red wine donations, well, she didn't want to think about it. She very much hoped it didn’t involve the wolf form. Thankfully when she answered the infamous druid was back in her natural wood elf state. She had Callgirl with her and was holding her by the wrist. The mage wasn’t wearing any equipment. “Callgirl…” Nexii began the ritual without even having to consciously think about it. She’d done it a million times. One half of a password that Callgirl would repeat back to her. She said the word. Again she had that bad feeling about this. Callgirl said nothing back. Her eyes were completely vacant. She was somewhere else. Wherever elementals went when their watch was ended. “Oh… fuck.” All the shine and humour washed right out of Nexii’s hot veins. This wasn’t like the other times. Her girl was completely gone. This was serious. More serious than all her own ordeals of being infected with Sirken virus and having Melissa purge that over six long years. The druid just nodded, and carried Callgirl in. The mage was set down by the fireplace to warm up. Nexii got her a blanket. Vassira brought her some food and water. The good stuff with extra duration, not the summoned stuff she was used to. “What… what did they do to you?” Nexii felt a bit in her stomach. This was the sort of thing that only Melissa could fix with her psychic enchanter powers. A cleric such as herself could heal physical wounds. And Callgirl did have plenty of those on her. It was a starting point. It made Nexii’s blood boil again just to think about it. The thought of some loser who’d had too many eggs and butter raping her. Going outside the arrangement because they weren’t honest with themselves as to their true desires. The ironic thing was, Callgirl was completely capable of fulfilling just about any desire… for the right price. Now Nexii was seeing that price. Hollowness as she prayed to Innoruuk to heal Callgirl’s wounds. There were many wounds. Cuts, bruises, broken bones. These were all extensive but possible to heal for the most renowned priestess in Neriak. That was why she led her own House, after all. House Vanadis that had grown substantially from the first day Offering walked in to make it one. But now, that empire just felt like an empire of dirt. It… just didn’t feel worth it. She shook Callgirl gently after healing a finger and setting the joint back in place. It would normally make anyone flinch and glare at her in pain. There was none of that. Callgirl was just gone. This was more than just trauma. More than the act of one senseless incel who had no idea how to treat a lady. Nexii would get to the bottom of it. “Setay, go find out what CSR did. Here’s a petition.” Nexii found it so typical. She had to put in a petition just to find out what CSR already knew. It was part of their game. Make it feel like they were the ones in charge. That much was already obvious to a Mistress such as herself. It seemed so ridiculous, because it was. Setay nodded without a word, cool as her Lure of Ice spells and whooshed off in a portal. For now, Nexii tended to Callgirl’s wounds with quiet caring. She thought back to how Callgirl had joined House Vanadis. It seemed like yesterday even though it really had been a very long time. Callgirl had come into House Vanadis that night. She was full of rage, and had forsaken Innoruuk himself that evening. Having nowhere to turn she had somehow ended up at Nexii’s door. Nexii remembered. A client hadn’t paid her in platinum or pearls, and she down to a single copper. Completely out of malachite to make a pet. Completely… helpless as mages were when alone. Nexii remembered giving her some platinum and a resurrection on a sad level 20 corpse. And most importantly, the surname Vanadis. After that, Callgirl just kind of stuck around. Nexii had used her connections to arrange for better deals. Rare hookups, but when she was called she was paid very well. For Callgirl wasn’t any ordinary mage. She was the one everyone called when they really needed a good time. Nexii had come to realize that she had a certain intuition. A certain warm charm that she herself didn’t have with men. (“I destroy men.”) Nexii felt a bit sad as her thoughts drifted back to all the men that she’d scared away. Maybe it was better to be Innoruuk than Agnostic. Scare them away, then you don’t end up like her precious mage. It was better, but not by a lot. Setay then arrived back in the whoosh of a wizard portal. The ice wizard had a petition note in hand. It was a frozen piece of paper, as everything she touched turned to ice. This too, felt better than how everything Nexii turned touched to ash. Frozen things could at least be thawed out. Nexii read the letter. More had happened to Callgirl. Not only had she been passed around the confusing halls of the Plane of Mischief, it got much worse. Much darker. After many laughs and confusion and torment she’d finally found that damn tree in the courtyard to click out. Probably the last one in the whole forest. “We caught Callgirl naked in Cobalt Scar. She was doing offensive things with the Othmir. She will have to be renamed. Please rename her so we can re-upload her code.” The petition read. “They can do that?” Vassira asked. “Apparently.” Nexii wasn’t as surprised, though. She knew Sirken had been powerful. That had been the allure, of course. To dominate a man that probably could just delete her. It was the challenge of it too. To use her ways to wrap him around her finger and make him do whatever he wanted. But this new order, she just didn’t know. They weren’t intimate and hateful like Innoruuk. They were more like the developers. Unknowable, alien, distant. Nexii told herself then that she’d do anything possible to have Callgirl overwritten. To do anything less would be like spitting on everything Melissa did to help herself. Callgirl wasn’t just a moniker, it had become her identity. The one thing she truly had at all times, when clients were borrowing her company. “Do you think they have it out for House Vanadis?” Setay said, cool and practical as ever. “No, I’m not that paranoid. Not anymore.” Nexii found it hard to say those words. For now, she would stay here. She’d take a knee with Callgirl. She’d stay, forever if necessary. Even if the code never came back. It wasn’t love… Melissa hadn’t put that ridiculous idea in her brain. It was just… duty. The duty every House Matron owed to their subordinates. (“If it ends like this, then so be it.”) She ran her hand through Callgirl’s long white hair, and began thinking about the petition response. It wouldn’t be like her old writings, that was for sure. Nexii brushed ash off her robe of darkness. She prepared to write the most intimidatingly polite petition Norrath had ever seen.
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Nexii Vanadis <Gravity> | Nexii's Erotic Adventures
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12-08-2025, 11:24 AM
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It would be funny if it wasn't so pathetic and sad. I do worry about you, despite the falling out. Keep raging though Cecily. Project all your hate to me, even though it's you who still can't be yourself. I've moved on, had the surgeries, and have a boyfriend now. I hope your life gets better.
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12-08-2025, 11:55 AM
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12-08-2025, 12:56 PM
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The funny thing about this Cecily is that this story was not even directed at you. You weren't on my mind at all. I figured no one could live with that kind of self hate for another 5 years, but I was wrong. You're still in the group of snowflakes that has a meltdown over it.
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Nexii Vanadis <Gravity> | Nexii's Erotic Adventures
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12-08-2025, 12:59 PM
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One of the constructive criticisms I meant to offer is you really shouldn't write about "real" people from the community in your sex stories without their consent because it feels a little violating and rapey. I've literally never read one of your stories. I skim low quality writing, and was not surprised to see this one included a rape theme
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